[ the thirty-fifth ] / [ voice ]

[enigmaestro]

[Someone's outside. On the streets.]

Now, I’m not often a supporter of current societal systems. Granted, they have their functions, but all perform so imperfectly. I’m inclined to blame the inane clod of bureaucracy, in part. Take - say -- mental institutions; they’re so liable to commit individuals without appropriate evidence because of

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permavideo;

[bendersgotback]

You got stuck in the nuthouse? Lucky.

[enigmaestro]

Lucky is certainly -- [Pause. Oh Bender.] A descriptor. But I'm told I've missed so many fun things.

[bendersgotback]

Eh, if you ask me, it's been pretty boring around here lately. There hasn't been a murder in weeks.

[enigmaestro]

I'm sorely disappointed in our populace, then. Do you fancy this the calm before the storm, or do some people need new inspiration?

[bendersgotback]

Maybe if we hand out free guns!

[enigmaestro]

You, sir, should propose that to our dear Mayor.

[bendersgotback]

That crap-for-brains? He wouldn't even credit me for my brilliant overthrow of the city!

[enigmaestro]

Maybe take it to the press? They do love a good scandal.

[bendersgotback]

Maybe they'll put my picture on the front page!

[enigmaestro]

And they'd pay you handsomely, wouldn't they? For such a royal scoop.

[bendersgotback]

I'm not all about the money! I also like attention.

[enigmaestro]

You know, you could actually do quite well with your own tabloid business.

[bendersgotback]

Y'know, I've always thought of going into publication. Though I'm not sure journalism is my bag, exactly.

[enigmaestro]

You could hire minions.

I mean, journalists.

[bendersgotback]

[...]

Do journalists write porn?

[enigmaestro]

I bet the desperate ones do.